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The solid food on the table consisted of waterlogged potatoes, half-baked salt-rising bread, and salt-pork. Now, young Charlton was a reader of the Water-Cure Journal of that day, and despised meat of all things, and of all meat despised swine's flesh, as not even fit for Jews; and of all forms of hog, hated fat salt-pork as poisonously indigestible.
"I don't know so much about it," I told him. "You might have been the best friend the Dad ever had, but that doesn't say you're going to keep me. What I get I work for. I'll take charity from no man living." Again he laughed, and his fat face crinkled up into little rolls of flesh until he looked as if he had double chins all the way up to his eyes.
The Gouernour answered him, that he thanked him very much for his seruice and offer, and that he would alwaies account him as a brother. There was in this towne much butter in gourds melted like oile: they said it was the fat of beares.
I know nothing of where the pig was either bred or born; but he may have been the squire's for aught I can tell: you know this country better than I do, take my pig and give me the goose. 'I ought to have something into the bargain, said the countryman; 'give a fat goose for a pig, indeed! 'Tis not everyone would do so much for you as that.
Poor Brumpton's face changed as he turned to go, but before he had gone far the colonel cried: "Stop! There, go on with your duty, sir. Poor fellow," he muttered, "I can't be hard upon him. But he is so disgustingly fat; eh, Lacey?" "Yes, he is fat," said the lieutenant, thoughtfully. "Poor beggar! it would be rough upon him on service if we had to run. I mean retreat, sir!"
Set right down there, mum, and don't you be the least uneasy. Make yourself just as free as if you was in your own turn-out." Within two minutes, three gentlemen, two fat women, and a couple of children, entered. "Come right along, friends," said Col. Jack; "don't mind us. This is a free blow-out." Then he whispered to Col. Jim,
Sparling," said Phil, "that I should like to perform on the flying trapeze next season. You know I have been practicing for sometime." Mr. Sparling glanced up from his papers. "I'm not surprised. I guess that's the only thing you haven't done in the show thus far." "I haven't been a fat woman or a living skeleton yet," laughed Phil. "What can you do on the bars?"
My first bullet had hit her leg, and the last had reached her heart. Every one shook me by the hand. The gunbearers squatted about the carcass, skilfully removing the skin to an undertone of curious crooning that every few moments broke out into one or two bars of a chant. As the body was uncovered, the men crouched about to cut off little pieces of fat.
"Hold, khalasi!" panted the khansaman; "I will do what you wish. Believe me, you are the first khalasi from Gujarat I have seen " "Or you would not have delayed so long. Quick, man!" With a downcast air the man set off. The sun was getting high; being fat and soft, the khansaman was soon in distress. But Desmond allowed him no respite. In about two hours they arrived at the house he had mentioned.
Variety being the spice of life, a small pinch of the article would have been appreciated by the hungry, hard-working sisterhood, one of whom, though accustomed to plain fare, soon found herself reduced to bread and water; having an inborn repugnance to the fat of the land, and the salt of the earth.
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